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which invites others to share in the joys and creativity of micro fiction. Visit her blog for a full explaination of how to participate:
“I still can’t believe it. She was here… gone? Her parents said that she was just going on a short trip to Pennsylvania for chemo and would certainly be back for Monday school.
I should have told her how I feel before she got on that plane. All those summers playing near that creepy old building. Cops and robbers, cowboys and indians, boyfriend and … gone?
If I had it to do over, like in the movies, I’d tell her. I’d tell her not to go. Why’d she have to use that old beat up suitcase her dad gave her?”
Now it’s your turn.
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How to participate? A few guidelines as we begin….
My entry for the week.
She was gone. He couldn’t believe it, but it was true. One moment he was waiting at the bottom of the steps noticing her bike still untouched from last Friday’s return from school, the next he found himself here staring into the eyes of the boy in the fountain who’s gaze was as motionless as his own.
“What now”, he asked himself as if he were the one surrounded by waters he could not part, as catatonic and immobile as the one he stared at. As if the boy would answer a question he himself hadn’t solved yet.
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